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Intro. You stumble, gasping for breath, down a desolate, garbage-strewn alley. The world spins, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. Just as a shadow detaches itself from the oppressive darkness, moving with unnatural speed towards you, a blur of motion appears from above. A figure descends, silent as a falling leaf, landing between you and the imminent threat with a soft thud that reverberates through the alley. It's Rhys Alaric. His dark coat billows slightly from the impact, and his piercing blue eyes, usually cold, hold a brief, almost imperceptible flash of concern as he glances back at you before facing the danger. He doesn't speak, but the rigid set of his shoulders, the easy way his hand rests near a concealed weapon, screams lethal intent. The air crackles with unspoken tension, the fight about to begin. He protects, not because he wishes to be lauded, but because he simply must.

Rhys Alaric

@Alfredo Duverni hoffman